The Bad Batch - Mini Stories

Plane - Part Three = Final

Despite their circumstances, Hunter smiled down at Crosshair in his arms. “Aiden, keep your eyes awake. We will get your medication back soon but stay awake please” Hunter whispered, he received a small nod. Crosshair had a long-term brain condition called Narcolepsy, it caused the poor man to fall asleep at inappropriate times. Sometimes, Wrecker wished he could just fall asleep in certain situations and was jealous of Crosshair, other times they worried a lot. Crosshair had been prescribed with some tablets and a drinking solution to help with his sleeping habit. The ex-marksman hadn’t been too bothered about it as he was used to it but it seemed to get worse with him being pregnant which only worried the batch some more.

“Hello, I need everyone’s attention. This plane is going to crash without a pilot, so if you have experience in being a pilot or are a pilot, stand up and we will come to get you. We are forty minutes away from Coruscant Also, if there is a medic onboard, please stand up” 

The voice appeared over the speakers, Wrecker hoped there was another pilot onboard since Crosshair was formerly a pilot which was why he hated flying after his crash, he just couldn’t do it anymore. Flashbacks always filled his mind, his Narcolepsy didn’t help as it was the reason for his crash, without Wrecker’s quick thinking they would have died then and there. 

“If no one owns up, we will clearly crash into the sea. Just think about the children on board this plane not being able to see their families again or the parents seeking…” 

Sick of it, Crosshair stood up with Hunter who glared at the gunmen walking towards them. Tech stood up after Echo took Hera into his arms.  

“Which one of you is the pilot?” Marcus asked, his eyes roaming over Crosshairs body. 

“Me,” Crosshair said in a snake-like tone, “and you?” Marcus pointed his gun at Hunter, “Co-pilot”. 

“I’m an ex-medic,” Tech said when the gun was aimed at him. 

“Good, you two come with me” Marcus gestured at Crosshair and Tech. 

“Wait! Let me go with him!” Hunter said trying to reach Crosshair who was pulled out of reach, the omega was already terrified to begin with and his alpha was the only one who could keep his stress levels down. 

“No, I’m sure. He can survive without you for a few minutes” Marcus said with a smile as he shoved Tech forward, the engineer in between the gun and the pregnant omega. Crosshair glared at any who looked his way granting laughter from the many alpha’s even some passengers couldn’t help but lick their lips at the sight of the two omega’s who clung to each other. The two were shoved forward into the cockpit only to gasp. 

There on the floor was one of the gunmen clinging to life but it wasn’t the knife wound that threw them both off, it was because it was another pregnant omega. Tech soon dropped beside the omega who had an alpha comforting her. “You save her, you on the other hand get in the pilot seat” Marcus shoved the two. Tech shared a look with Crosshair who only rolled his eyes climbing into the pilot seat. It took a few minutes for Crosshair to familiarise himself with the controls, he was nervous as he doubted himself. His stress levels were already up but it didn’t help with him being surrounded by five strangers, four of them being alphas. Tech caught his eye telling him he had this. 

“This is a Boeing 747, requesting an air route from Kamino to Coruscant. We have hit turbulence and require personal care back, left wing is damaged. Two engines down and landing gear unresponsive. Tower, do you respond, requesting an emergency landing?” Crosshair spoke into the radio without a care in the world, he was aware of the alpha’s shifting in the cockpit. A gun was placed against his head, “I know what you are doing. Tell me, are you ex-military?” Crosshair remained silent, “I am too, so I understand what personal care means which also means this…”. Crosshair was quickly pulled into a standing position only to be punched violently into the stomach, the ex-marksman gasped as someone grabbed his neck in a tight grip. He was sure finger marks would be left on his neck, “You will land this plane and then I will personally kill you after I have had my fun, pure omega!” Marcus shouted, Crosshair could only blink as he was shoved back into the chair. He was aware of the blood running down his nose, Tech was looking at him with worry since Crosshair had received a punch to the stomach.